One Summer's Day

A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.

plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.


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I Hope We Make It

Eye Opening
Grown by degree in rows and aisles
if they were events people would forget they are there
where they are
in a country right as rain speaking change we are different we work on pace with computers faster than the stress of sweating bullets breathing in
to air mattresses and blow up dolls.

In no parents land a blackmailed god feared letting the juice drip
but children put up with floods and grown women on farms we designed
and they do the best we can
we'd be dead otherwise.

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On seeing the morning star again

 

                                    I saw of late the morn star
                                    above green horizons
                                    floating in sky blue 

                                    Like a flame it
                                      showed
                                       and like a flame
                                        I watched it go out 
                                         as the sun rose.

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To Someone Somewhere

Now the shouting crowds
subside and a piercing
yell is heard.
Lost in the subway
a child died that way.

Agony out loud amidst the
noisy din of steel
a child died today.

Slow force starts up the train
and the bodies move in
mute harmony as the city's
lights go on.

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The Swimmers Place

Some water opened up between the ice
and we jumped in.


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Mira: A Portrait

Lead circles about her eyes
She awakes to the morning
Skies are grey.

She opens a jewelry box
and places an earring on

Today's another date on her calendar
of wishes
her calendar of dreams.

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The True North

and the things remain
our moments
like the tidiness of a light snow on stone.

It's cleaner clearer when you look at the individual
pieces and this place we've all climbed up on
away from and into
to find something in the corner of a cloud

so beneath you my thought is ourselves
we lay down thrown back on a kiss

but nothing is still nothing
this is a warning
about looking over edges
especially edges
of diving boards
over empty pools



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Happy Valentine's

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Mania

                             mania: a flight of fancy, a ruling prince of
                              dancing-awkward principles overturned
                                and english restored to hegemony.

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High Hopes

                    

                              Likability and the beginning of friendship
                                     is like a boat launched at noon.

Circus Beyond The Veil

Clouded in a veil
Mandrake shot his canon
and the soda spilled.

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Red Levees

In the darkness
of morning
I ran outside
ahead of
breached levees

In the expanding width of a distraction
details came speaking through
the shadows I passed.
You can only see them.

The wind came and took
leaves from the trees

The pause that lost
its identity assimilated
like everything else

how is it stopped ?

I have no reason to hide
so I expose myself proudly
without thinking
remaining inadequate
to conclusions
and trusting nothing..




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